"Trust me, I'm on the edge for your next trick." He chuckles, then. He's a simple guy at the end of the day. Give him good entertainment, and he'll watch.

Roland's hands immediately go to his hair, fingers running through strands at the tip of his ponytail that settles by the front of his body. After five months of little to no maintenance, he's...increasingly growing conscious of it.

"I don't know about that, Gen." He sighs under his breath. "Split ends are no joke."

This is probably the quirkiest he's ever going to get.